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Haiku: All but Wakanda

So sad, slave trade nicked
Africa into Marvel’s
Pit of Wakanda.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Closed book

Am I the only one in an unspeakable scruple?
Abducting are my faith in praying mountains
Asking questions of many uncertainties.

Signs of end times are manifesting
Same phrase in the ice and stony age
Spinning spontaneously along the twenties.

Patience is now a collapsing mountain
Pro-rata; many gone waiting; please forgive me
Pardon my forsaken sincere curiosity

Avail me answers to these spiritual confusions
Are we left on earth to flourish or perish?
Are we alone in individual trance of existence?

Without Him coming, just our beguiling self-esteem
Waking up to never; when we kick buckets;
Wandering around the charms of a closed book

Yet sleeping in conundrum and enigma of breath
You pretentious humans know what I am saying,
Yahweh please! Open the book for the bigots.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Haiku: Who made God

We pray; even preach
Yet, we can not clearly pitch
Who made Supreme beings.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Sonnets: Sucking her breast

When a mother carries her child
She carries him like a treasure found.

Picture me, giggling, all that time
When I was little; yes, she is mine.

Restless I was, guess she knew it
Hence, she striped herself so I have it

Private and public demands; ah
Was I a child who abash her?

No pride in starvation, I guess
Why sit on my tod as does the guests?

Pinching jaws, my claws meant no harm
On my bottom, resting on her arms

Against her breast, I couldn’t buck
As a baby, all her milk I sucked.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native fly: Eze ri ohanye

Aside my clan
Where lions rule,
I have noticed;
Death can’t pull
Kings who multiply.

Immortal they are
Should crown fall,
Turning to gods
Immortals are born,
One at a time.

Have you seen
With naked eyes
A palace without
Royal charisma?
– Kings are Kings.

“Eze ri ohanye”;
When a King
Ascends a throne,
He assumes
Prerogative role.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Native fly: Sonnet of sweetened Africa

Around the globe, there is
No place, that sweets my soul

Like my home, Africa
If you doubt, come find out…

Free like birds, up the trees
Monkey swings, swift and free

Black and white, Zebras tease
Blue is to, skies and seas,

Healthy fruits, freshest breeze
Calm and warmth, more of peace

Honeybees; never lie,
Sweet fragrance, scenting nice

If I die, bury me
In my home, Africa.

©2018 http://Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Red Christmas fence

People build fences
To keep people out
And some times some
People build fences
To keep people in.

But this December
I shall build fence
With Santa ribbons
Red and white, to match
Fencing haters out…

With the same decors
And the same fence built
Will hearts be protected
Keeping love ones in
On a Christmas day.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Caught in the middle

One tunnel, two ends with so many bends
And piercing needles, caught in the middle
Where each of them say; theirs is the right way.

Joy and bridle, religion they fiddle
With bends of believes and needles of grieves
In tunnel called earth, two ends; life and death.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Lament of a creator

I created a ball around orbits
Different points varied in heat
Also, by cold; on same region
I placed two folks, opposite sex
Same skin, same hairs and I was served…

But their children, explored the ball
And lost in touch of their parents
And that they thought on origin.
Each that settled on vary spots
Was changed by cold and toned by heat.

They all forgot the one language
Of peace, and love their parents spoke
And they called me different names.
As their roots changed, did their believes
Now my image has many names.

They oppress different linguist
They shove themselves for tradition
They fight themselves hurting sisters
Killing brothers all in my names
And the culture they even lost.

If they understood, that there is
A common link and origin
They would not fight, but who would learn
Or listen to my loud thunder cry
And feel my sorrow when it rains…

Even when I tell then, the blunt truth
On origin of tribes, and the strides
That brought about different skins,
Hairs, languages and religions
They will still call me a fake god.

Whereas I am still the creator
And they, the product of my hands
Who prefer to use my name but
Searching for me they throw me out
When they get close to finding me.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

Refrain for peace

Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist and others
Battle over an ideology tagged by doctrines…
Killing one another; I can’t take it no more.
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Over the world, in your homes or neighbors
An invisible enemy; poverty and hunger,
Keeps winning as children are dying
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Parents are crying, yet you fight over doctrines
That were here in rock of ages before you were born.
And would still be, after you are gone
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

Without life there will be no doctrine reader,
Yet for the doctrine, you rake and take lives;
When all doctrines have some common lines
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

The world is older than you, the Creator sees
So practice that you preach, show love to one another,
Irrespective of denominations, cultures and traditions…
I am a soloist, singing hello o hell no…..
Please join me and refrain; hello o hell no.

©2018 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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